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  "It is a back and forth play of personalities and trust."

  ~ By Grady Harp HALL OF FAME TOP 100 REVIEWER

  "Reading their pages was like being witness to a hot romance."

  ~ By Jay Mittener TOP 500 REVIEWER

  "The inter-dialogue from Siri will having you cackling out loud and the thunderous seriousness from Aurei leaves no doubt in regards to his role as a dominant male. Another splendid addition to any avid reader's library and mine!

  ~ By Twin Sisters Rockin' Book Reviews

  Also by Jessika Klide

  Siri’s Heart Book Series

  Hard-Core & Seary, The Prequel

  Moore, #3, The Beginning

  Wild Thang, #4

  Aurelius, #5

  Ruthless, #6

  Asshole, #7

  Kitten Thang, #8

  Maximus, #9

  Angel Thang, #10

  The Bastard Son of Thor, #11

  Seary’s Finale, #12

  Standalones

  Donut Dilemma

  I Hope You Dance

  SAM, I AM

  Holiday Novellas

  Zane, A Scrooged Christmas

  Moore

  The Beginning

  Jessika Klide

  Edited by

  Maria Clark

  Photography by

  Luis Raphael

  Copyright © 2017 Jessika Klide, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to actual events and persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any trademarks, service marks, product names, named features, artists and bands are assumed to be the property of their respective owners, and are used for reference and without permission. The publication / use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

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  May you dance

  through life

  with lots of love

  and

  more than a few

  happy endings!

  Jessika Klide

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Wild Thang

  About the Author

  Everyone has secrets

  Chapter One

  Maximus Aurelius Moore

  Leaving the flight line, I check my iPhone for any new messages, but there aren’t any. Beverly’s weekly update is late. Walking back to debrief my students, I wonder. Is no news good news?

  It’s been over a month since Seary vanished. I refuse to give up hope that she will return to Vegas, and to me. That night when Beverly explained that she had had a family emergency earlier and had gone home, I was crushed, but not defeated. Beverly assured me I would be the first to know when she returned, but I’m back in Hard-Core survival mode with my heart on lock down until I see for myself that gorgeous golden goddess again.

  Rebecca was right. Seary is unforgettable, but I’ll be damn if she will remain untouchable. I finally find a woman who makes me feel something and I’m not letting her go. It’s not a matter of if, but a matter of when I will have her.

  Dos Gringo’s song, "Has Anyone Seen My Wingman?" starts to play and my phone vibrates as a call comes in from Dirk Sam. I let it go to voicemail. I know why he’s calling. The crazy Brit bitch has decided on which apartment complex she wants to live in. I’ll handle it on my way to work in the morning.

  Pulling into the parking lot, I turn the key in the ignition and shut my truck down. My eyes scan the landscape. It’s a nice, high-end apartment complex. Upscale and quiet. I pick up my ringing phone as my eyes focus on the office building.

  "Moore speaking. Yeah, Sam, I'm at Dogwood Court now checking on the apartment for you...." The office door swings open. A bolt of lightning shoots through me and I stare dumbfounded. "What the fuck?" My hand lowers the phone and I grip the steering wheel as I stare out the cab at the most beautiful girl in the world as she casually walks across the parking lot, right in front of me. I hear Sam talking, and lift the phone back up. "Let me call you back."

  I can't believe it! Seary! Seary is here. Right there! Fuck!

  My eyes follow her like a hawk hunting its prey. She is dressed in a business jacket over a short skirt and looks professional, but it hugs her curves nonetheless. There is no hiding a body built like that. She IS simply stunning!

  She stops next to her car, a customized Shelby GT500, and accidentally drops her keys. With her back to me, I watch as the flexible dancer slowly bends over her stiletto’s. Her skirt rising, slipping up, as she reaches down for them. When her finger tips touch the ground to retrieve the keys, it hikes up and she flashes me a perfect panty-less pussy. "This girl is perfect!" I laugh out loud at the view.

  Another lightning bolt jolts me and the word 'perfect' echoes around in my mind, taking on a completely different context, as I watch her pull her skirt down then lower her voluptuous body gracefully into the car. She glances my way as she eases out of the parking spot and a ray of sunlight highlights her face. "She is simply stunning" falls off my tongue and out my mouth again as I watch her drive away. When she vanishes out of my sight, my gut tightens and I know I have to have her.

  I close my eyes and lean my head back, absorbing what just happened. I see her on the stage, dancing. I feel the fire she lights within me, scorching my soul. Her golden tits swaying so hypnotically. I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. My heart has come alive with feeling again. My cock fills with longing and I know I need her like I’ve never needed a woman before.

  I hear Grandpa Al’s voice. "You will find someone, Maximus, who can handle your secrets." Then Grandpa Moore's voice, "Your grandmother completes me, son. She makes me whole."

  What if this woman who has this extraordinary effect on me is the one who not only can handle my secrets, but who will complete me?

  I look down the drive where Seary vanished. And what are the odds that our paths would cross right here, right now? They are truly astronomical.

  I grip the steering wheel and hang my head, thinking. Only a fool would let a woman like that slip away twice and only a fool wouldn’t take advantage of an opportunity like this that has fallen into his lap. I lift my head and stare at the vacant parking spot. "I’m no fool. Not only am I going to make this happen, but I’m going to win her heart!"

  I open the truck door and get out. As I walk to the apartment building, I call Dirk back. "Sam-I-am, sorry about that, but the girl of my dreams just walked by."

  Chapter Two

  What is it about express lanes when I am in a hurry? It's Sunday morning in Alabama. No one is supposed to be in here. I roll my eyes to the sky, tapping my foot, working on my patience and failing miserably. Gawd, I miss Vegas and its 24/7 life style. At least you know the express lanes are going to be slow, no matter what day of the week or hour of the day. I take a deep breath and sigh. Don't sweat the small shit, Siri. It's only for a couple more weeks, then you'll be back in Vegas and missing the slow lifestyle of LA. I smirk. Lower A
labama.

  I pull my iPhone out and check the time. It's 10:40. Twenty minutes is cutting it close. I don’t want to keep Mrs. Smith waiting. I hear the belt begin to move and my items slide to the cashier. Finally! I tell the little old lady who smiles sweetly at me and apologizes for taking so long, "God bless you too, ma'am."

  Once in my car, I hit the gas, knowing I can make up the precious time lost in the line on the road. My Ford Shelby GT500 leaps out of the parking lot and the speed relaxes me. I love my fast and furious ride! I maneuver through a few cars on the road, then it's clear sailing. Punching it, I let my mind drift to the dance routine I have been working on. I tap the steering wheel to "Happy" and hear Pharrell Williams singing clear as a bell in my mind. I review the arm motions of the opening sequences in his dance video. I can’t help but giggle wickedly when I think about telling Cat, my manager, what I intend to do for my return performance.

  I can hear her now. "Pharrell Williams? 'Happy?' Really?"

  "Really."

  "A man?"

  "Yeppers."

  "But who am I to question you? Everything you do turns to gold. But 'Happy?' That's a tough one, Baby Girl. If you can pull it off, it will be a killer wicked return performance!"

  "If? You know I will bring down the fucking house!" I giggle wickedly again.

  I'll text Cat as soon as my meeting with Mrs. Smith is over. She will be stoked when I tell her I'm coming back now. I smile at the thought of seeing her and the girls again.

  The sun breaks free from the cloud it was hiding behind and shines on my face. The warmth feels good. It’s been cold and rainy.

  I double tap my iPhone. "What's the temperature today?"

  "Siri, the temperature today is warm, 75 degrees."

  I might sunbathe on the balcony later.

  My mind is clear by the time I turn into Dogwood Court at 10:50. Parking in my usual space, I see a 'bad ass' truck in the visitor’s spot. Not redneck badass with jacked up shocks, dual exhaust that will pop your eardrums when the gas pedal is stomped, and a rebel flag displayed proudly somewhere on the body. This is a bonafide 'bad ass' Tuxedo Black Metallic 2014 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor Special Edition. A 'Real Man' Truck.

  I admire it as I race alongside heading to the front door. What a sweet ride! Now, there's a man after my own heart! My Ford Shelby GT500 is a special edition too.

  Grocery bags in both hands, I push the door open with my back, and trot-run across the lobby floor. Mindful I’m still a tad short on time. Glancing at the office, I see Mrs. Smith talking to a young man wearing a pale-yellow J Crew shirt with distressed blue jeans.

  I can’t help myself. It’s a must in my line of work and part of my training. I size him up. He is athletically built, 6' tall plus or minus, 200 pounds maybe. Maybe more. He fills up the space and makes Mrs. Smith look small. My instant impression is handsome hunk!

  I rush in the open elevator, whip around, press 9, then hone in on the man-target for more information as the doors immediately begin to close.

  He looks to be my age. He has a military style haircut. Buzzed on the sides with dark roots, but the top is long, thick, golden blonde hair. It's straight, sleek, smooth and moving gently as he talks. The lighting reflects off his streaks of natural sun highlights. Umm. Deliciousness.

  He turns to look at me as the doors close. Our eyes lock and his gaze ... pierces my core. My mouth falls open with a silent O as the rest of my view falls away. My heart stops and my breath catches in my throat. When the doors touch, and the connection is broken, my heart jolts and I gasp. Sweet Zeus! What just happened? Riding the elevator up, my heart pounds wildly in my chest. I'm not sure! I touch it and feel the chaos. Calm down, Siri! Breathe. As I stabilize, a smile stretches from ear to ear. Fuck, he is fine, but his eyes. Woo!

  The elevator stops on the 9th floor and I run to my apartment, 9A, on the end. Hurry girl. Hopefully, the stud will be still be there. I stuff my groceries in the refrigerator without sorting them, then rush right back out.

  Pressing the down button multiple times, I pace. The elevator seems slower than usual, then I remember what day it is. Sunday. Oh yeah. Church. When it arrives, it dings and I rush in. There are four middle aged women on board in their Sunday best. "Good morning." I cheerfully offer their sour puss expressions. None of them speak. They simply ignore me. I sigh and resign myself to the facts. Southern hospitality doesn't apply to everyone. I tap my foot. Hurry! I've got to check that dude out!

  Right when we reach the lobby and the elevator bounces as it stops, my iPhone alarm goes off. "Sexy and I Know It" by LMFAO blasts us. "Oh, excuse me." I apologize to the uppity bitches who glare at me as I shove my hand down into my front pocket to retrieve my phone. They turn their noses up and when the doors open, they exit with them stuck in the air.

  I hurriedly follow the last woman out with my hand digging in my front pocket. Dang, it slipped down deep. Finding the bulky case, I yank. As it clears my tight pants, it hangs on the pocket hem. Struggling with it, I look down as I blindly walk forward. What the fuck? Come out of there! I snatch even harder, impatient to turn the song off. Oh no! It releases freely and my iPhone slides out smoothly. The momentum sends it sailing past the tips of my fingers. I watch helplessly as it flies over the head of a young girl texting. She is blindly walking straight at me, heading into the elevator.

  Spinning, the dancer in me takes over and I twirl away, managing to avoid a crash, but I dance right into a wet spot on the floor behind a sign that says, "Caution Wet Floors." Oops! OooOOooh! Sliding in my wedge high heel sandals, I back pedal until I gain my balance. Thankfully, the dancer again manages to avoid another crash.

  As I regain my composure, I take a deep breath, shake it off, then glare at my iPhone laying on the floor. It's still blasting the atmosphere with LMFAO.

  Walking calmly over to it, I examine my shirt. My braless tits were dancing on their own. Bouncing around under my simple halter top. I see that it has stayed faithful and though the key hole is stretched, it shows only cleavage. My nipples are hard from the excitement and push against the tight top, but no brown from the nipples peek out. Well, that's a good thing. As the dancer in me bends over at the waist, I cup my tits and adjust them properly. As my head dips down, I feel the weight of my extra-thick, extremely long, hard to control, mane shift and half of it slips out of the clip. Falling in my face, it blocks my view. Great! With my butt sticking up in the air, I release the rest of my hair. The fullness of it as it fans out and engulfs my face, forces me to drop my ass and flip my hair up and over my head; giving away my stripper occupation to anyone paying attention.

  As I bounce gently, I ask Karma. What else?

  The song is almost over when I finally grasp my phone. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I'm sexy and now everyone knows it! Turning it off, I stand, shake my mane out and square my shoulders as dignified as I can. Then I make my way to the office, as if nothing in the world out of the ordinary just happened.

  Chapter Three

  Siri Wright [Seary]

  When I lift my eyes to see where I am going, I stop dead in my tracks. My heart and my breath collide in my throat. The handsome hunk is leaning on the threshold of the office door completely relaxed, watching me. Our eyes lock. His gaze pierces me. The rest of my view falls away, again. Oh … Holy Hades! Looking at me is a pair of the most gorgeous green eyes, with the most intense gaze, on the most handsome face of the most beautiful man, I have ever laid eyes on, and he has the most beautiful smile on his face. SWEET ZEUS! He looks like a Golden God! My tummy lurches so hard it feels like a back flip, jolting my heart out of my throat and releasing my breath. I gasp as my limp fingers drop my iPhone, and I lay one hand on my tossing tummy and one on my wildly thumping heart.

  His deep voice sends shivers through me when he says simply, "Hi."

  I take a deep breath, and realize I’m held captive by him. I exhale, "Hi." It sounds breathy.

  The gorgeous man’s smile turns to a smirking grin and a shy smile spreads s
lowly over my face. He pushes off the wall and takes a step toward me, not letting my eyes go.

  Mrs. Smith comes bustling out of the office fussing about Ray, the new janitor who left the floor wet. When she sees me, she says, "Oh, Miss Wright, do you mind waiting a bit? I need to show this patient young man the available apartment. He's been so kind, waiting almost an hour to see it."

  I respond with the only word that forms in my mind. "Perfect!" It comes out barely above a whisper and definitely sounds breathy.

  His eyes twinkle at my word choice.

  "Thank you, honey. That's awful sweet of you." She tells me, then turns to the legit stud. "Mr. Moore, shall we see that apartment now?" He looks at her, breaking our connection, and nods. I study his profile. It shows a straight nose, and strong, but not hard jawline. The curve of his neck is proud and regal.

  Mrs. Smith pats my arm as she passes me, and says quietly, "Pssst." I pull my eyes off him to look at her. She raises her eyebrows twice at me, then winks, making me grin, then turns back to him. "This way, Mr. Moore." She walks off to the elevator. Her head held high and her big ass swinging.

  He strides across the short distance to me.